So another city; the thrill of arriving somewhat dulled by the endless journey from the airport to downtown.
I go eat but in this place I do not know one word of the language – not even hello.
I mimic eating and as a result the nice ladies bring me this.
When it calms down a bit, I spot lumps of gut sausage and quite a lot of pig ear. I gobble it down with a lot of grunting, thinking thus to pay tribute to the noble animal that ended up in my bowl.